Heal Soul Novels & Stories

the soul realizes some people must choose healing for themselves.

When the maids moved, he started to perform the healing spell. “To the Gods and Goddesses of this world, please heed my prayer, heal what has been hurt, close the wound of this lady’s back, remove the stain from her body, and cleansed her soul to not make her berserk for when she wakes up,” the high priests said as his body glows. The staff that he’s always holding shot a bright light on the lady’s wound.

No drug can heal corruption spread by links of love. Kael said in a matter-of-fact voice, somehow aware of what was happening miles away, "She's calling in healers, but no healer can repair damage to the soul." No treatment can mend the dishonesty passed through bonds of love." Marcus closed his teeth, attempting to cut off the connection Lyra was experiencing such anguish from. But the collar stopped him from having any impact on their relationship, leaving him passive under the attack of whatever poison Kael decided to send through it.

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, scattered by the mountain wind, a result of him exhausting all his self-control to avoid letting out even the slightest whimper of weakness. He could not make a sound, could not allow himself to sink into pain. Even though his soul essence was shattered to the brink of collapse, he had to maintain the last shred of clarity to complete the first step of healing: using his original soul essence as an anchor to forcibly lock in his dissipating consciousness and suppress the spread of Heaven's Power.

- **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods. **New Ultimate: Crimson Restoration (Soul-Heal Variant – Used on Remy)** - **Cost:** 500,000 HP/MP (Self-deducts; Regens via Crown) - **Cooldown:** 1/week - **Effect:** Target regens 100% HP instantly + permanent +20% max HP/VIT. Works on soul-damage/coma states (Pulls soul back from 90% lost states). Pack-wide if oath-linked. - **Flavor:** User's blood floods target's veins; "I won't let you go." (Unlocked pre-Remy heal; triggered by near-loss panic.)

He checked my pulse again and again, studying the color of the blood around my wounds, his brow furrowed. "Strange…" he muttered. "What is it?" I asked weakly. He looked up, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and awe. "When I was cleansing the silver poison, I had to probe your wolf soul… Gods, I have never encountered a soul so pure, so powerful." I stared at him, confused. The healer took a shaky breath, his voice trembling with awe and terror. "You don't understand. Your soul... it's the purest I have ever seen. For them to do this to you... they're not just punishing you. They're digging their own graves."

"If I stop... he takes the world! I have to... heal the dark!" "It's... too deep..." Ash wheezed, his hand coming up to cover hers on his chest. He wasn't trying to pull her away anymore; he was trying to steady her. "He’s... part of the soul now..." "Then I’ll heal the soul too!" Rhea roared.

He talked about the villages he passed through and the people who had helped him, and it was clear that he had worked hard to get her back. "She is a soul healer, too," Cade added, turning his head toward Liam. I froze for a second, and I saw Liam’s eyes snap to hers. We were both surprised to hear that. I was a healer, but I was only good at the physical aspect of medicine. I could stitch a wound and brew a tea for a fever, but souls were a completely different thing. Soul healing was rare and difficult, and it required a level of empathy that most people couldn't handle.

Most demons enter the healing course so that they could legally experiment on alive subjects. “What’s his name?” I asked. The healer quickly swiped on the tab screen and presented me with his CV. “Azum,” she said. I glanced at his CV. *** Azum Special Healing ability: Healing via Music. Wolf Ability: Can hear souls as melodies and songs. Special Factor: Capable of diagnosing even the faintest spiritual injuries by detecting inconsistencies in soul melodies. Can catch on subtleties that even our most advanced diagnostics can’t identify. Power source: Moon and Music.